Me And The Bird

A little bird walks by
A slow, strolling walk
He looks at me with beady eye
His head cocks- he wants to talk

I smile at his funny stance
He smiles back, his funny way
We met because of Mr. Chance
And have been friends ever since that day

I point to the space, my right
He jumps, flaps, is quickly there
It must have been a funny site
Me and the bird, just sitting there